For liberty there is a cost - it's broken skulls and leather cosh, From the boys in uniform - now you know whose side their on - With backing - with blessing, From earthly gods not heaven, A stones throw away from it all.
Whatever pleasures those who get - from stripping skin with rhino whip, Are the kind that must be stopped - before their kind take all we've got - With loving - with caring, They take great pride in working, The stones throw away from it all.
Whenever honesty persists - you'll hear the snap of broken ribs, Of anyone who'll take no more - of the lying bastards roar - In chile - in poland, Johannesburg - south yorkshire, A stones throw away: now we're there.
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